The uneven stack of money was pinched by Dad Yang's rough fingers and put into Yang Liu's palm.

Yang Liu's hands clenched hard, and his nose was very sour.

She put her face on her father's knee and closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"What's wrong, worried about money? Don't worry, there are still two little piglets at home, let Wu Lao Liu take the lead for a while, can people still be suffocated to death by this money? ”

The corners of Yang Liu's mouth curved and shook his head: "No need, I'll figure out the rest of the money." ”

Dad Yang lowered his voice and asked, "It's not that I'm worried about money, then you're worried that Zhiyu will have crooked thoughts after returning to the city, and I don't want you two anymore?" I'm telling you, Zhiyu is not that kind of person. ”

"Yes, I know!" Yang Liu chuckled and stood up and sat next to his father.

Dad Yang looked sideways at his daughter with a serious expression: "Let me tell you, take 10,000 steps back and say that Zhiyu really has an idea, and you must not be spineless, if you learn to cry and make trouble and hang yourself, I will whip you." ”

"Dad, I won't, if Zhiyu has a crooked mind, I will immediately dump him first, and then find a man who is thousands of times better than him to be your son-in-law, okay?"

Dad Yang glared at his daughter: "Zhiyu is a top one, where to find someone who is thousands of times better than him?" ”

Yang Liu couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, you said that I should have backbone, but I tried my best to protect him." ”

Lin Zhiyu, who was about to go out after waking up, was angry by Yang Liu's words, he only remembered that Yang Liu said that he wanted to find a man who was a thousand times better than himself.

turned around and went back to lie down, still pulling the quilt to cover his head and sulking.

Yang Liu talked to his father for a while and went back to the house, and when he saw Zhiyu covered his head, he thought he was still sleeping, so he lightly moved the sewing machine in the house to the yard, and then moved the basket with rags of fabric out.

Mother Yang came out after getting up, saw her setting up a stall in the yard, came over and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Make a few bags, and I'll accompany Zhiyu to the county seat tomorrow to see if I can sell them for some money."

"What can these rags do? It's all leftovers from the clothes you help people make. Yang's mother was skeptical, she thought that these things could be used as insoles or patches on clothes at most.

"Mom, you'll see it when I'm done." Yang Liu lowered his head and was busy, smiling and talking to his mother.

A few years ago, Yang's father entrusted the relationship to let Yang Liu go to the tailor shop in the town to learn the craft, the rural people are poor, and when the conditions are good, the family can make a set of clothes, and the conditions are poor for several years to make one, Yang Liu is most of the time to help people make up some patches, so she took a lot of rags back from the tailor shop in the town.

Mother Yang went to the kitchen and poured her a porcelain cup of cold boiled water and put it next to her, and then called Xiao Lin Bo up to work in the mountains.

The Yang family lives at the foot of the mountain, a single family, half of the field is flat in front, half of the land is on the mountain, the harvest is not good, fortunately, the back of the house is a mountain for their family, it is very convenient to get firewood.

Yang Liu used several pieces of light-colored cloth of similar color to splice into a geometric pattern, pressed out the lines with threads, and finally sewed a few small flowers by hand, and the same color cloth made a hand belt to wrap the branches, and a delicate small bag was made.

Decades later, many people like to make such patchwork, but instead of using rag heads, the batik fabric they buy is more expensive than the bag.

Lin Zhiyu buried his head and actually fell asleep again, and when he came out, Yang Liu had made three small bags, one for each large, medium and small.

And Yang Liu is making a backpack.

Lin Zhiyu stood aside and watched for a while, and asked incredulously, "This is made of rags?" ”

"yes, I'm amazing, right?" Yang Liu looked up at Lin Zhiyu, moved his sore neck and shoulders, and Lin Zhiyu hurriedly walked behind her and pinched her shoulder.

"When did you learn this?"

"Do you still have to learn this?" Yang Liu was ashamed to brag: "I'm so smart, just think about it." ”

Although he felt that Yang Liu was very powerful, she was still a little thick-skinned when she boasted so much, he just smiled and didn't speak.